Patience, My Dear, Is A Priceless Virtue

I'm sure i have made myself crystal clear that i was not looking forward to coming to Taipei. Yesterday was the start of the hell-like torture stint and i can't remember how many times i reminded myself to rise above it all. Let me go through the day with you......

The male colleague approached me at work and told me in very boastful mannerism that i should we would be going to the airport in his car and that his friend would send us. But then in a short span of 1 hour, he changed his mind 3 times as to how we were gonna get to the airport. I shall not waste time on what the changes were but what he really wanted was to not spend money on cab fare because our company refused to reimburse the transportation fare. To my horror, he was the pathetic owner of a Suzuki Swift. No offence to Suzuki owners but this Bragger of an Idiot has been telling everyone that he drives a Scirocco. Oh, now i remember.......the only reason why he had the bragging rights to a Golf GTI, Honda S2000 and a Subaru Impreza STI was because he had a then-wife to pay for his hobbies. I am sure she made the right choice to end the marriage.

As I sat in the backseat, still reeling in disgust, they proceed to roll down the windows to smoke. All he could say was, "Bear with it, it will be over in no time." Thanks, i smell like an ashtray now. I must admit it was the worst ride to the airport ever. Even when i had to send loved ones off, it didn't suck as bad. I had the liberty of watching two grown men puff their faces off while the ashes flew into my face despite my superb dodging abilities. And then i saw something that made my tummy churn. My colleague was scratching non-stop.

Look, i know what it's like to be covered in eczema. Either you apply your Elomet, Dermacort or whatever you deem fit OR you figure out your allergens and then avoid them like the plague. But no, he chose to scratch like a flea/tick infested mongrel and scattered his scales everywhere. Suddenly, a shiver ran down my spine.......maybe those weren't ashes i was dodging. Shit.    

While waiting for the others to arrive, he kept showing me pictures of two of his Taiwanese girlfriends. I was polite enough to smile and nod but honestly, i really don't care. Stop telling me they're young, pretty and Taiwanese. There must be something very wrong with them to even want to be associated with you. He kept calling them and making irritating sucky noises and calling them hair-raising nicknames that would make a dead man barf. I bet he thought i would perceive him as a charming player. I'm sorry but my left toe is way more attractive than you will ever be in a thousand years.

Anyway, he continued to irk me all day with his refusal to allow women/children/elderly to enter/exit doors first by pushing his way through. Even my dog has better manners. Everytime we had to walk a distance, he would complain. When it comes to paying, he never took his wallet out. All he did was mumble, "Pay you back later." Of course, i still do not know how his wallet looks like. Free drink and free taxi ride for you, The Magnificent Freeloader.

When we finally got to the hotel, we asked for a seperate room. We were only given a room to share and we had agreed to split the cost of the second room. I was so exhausted by then that i told him i was gonna take the allocated room and he had to go settle his own room. Unfortunately, the hotel was fully occupied and there was no way we were gonna sleep on the same bed. Then he said a cheapo thing that made my blood boil, "Since we're splitting the cost of the extra room and it's full here, i can go stay at The Hyatt or Ritz Carlton right?" I glared at him with the remaining energy i had and started ranting like a crazy bitch that i didn't want to see him in my room and that i didn't care where he was gonna sleep. The event organiser was kind enough to detect my displeasure and told me to check into my room to rest while he helped my colleague with the accommodation.

I was right. He would never want to fork out any money. He decided to bunk in with the event organiser. I wonder if the event organiser offered or he shamelessly asked for the accommodation. Seriously, i don't give a fuck.